Poetic Parasite...

Poetic Parasite...The words you write are meant for the trash can! You wanted the spotlight but where are all your fans? Poetic Parasite...Too bad, so sad no one supports your political movement. My face haunts you from your writing pad continuously putting you in torment! Poetic Parasite...The mention of my name burns you continuously. I'm hot as a flame, taking you to hell with me for eternity! Poetic Parasite...You wanted to ruin my reputation, but came up way too short. For you it was pure desperation, but you immediately had to abort! Poetic Parasite...You hide behind not one, but two poetically talented women. You're realizing it's no longer fun having a creative talent that is sour as lemons! Poetic Parasite...You spread lies about me, but soupers have stopped paying attention. But if you do trash your poetry and leave; believe I'll follow you to the next dimension!! Poetic Parasite...All soupers are aware; "Misery loves company," you fool! You lost our poetic warfare, and you'll forever remain my footstool!! Note: Written strictly for Catie Lindsey's contest "Outrageous Rhyme"